Later today, Reid hops a plane out of Chicago to his temporary work assignment in London. His first day of work is Wednesday. As any of us would, he’s looking forward to it, although I’m not sure if he’s looking more at the work or at London. Probably both.
If the summer schedule plays out as it is currently scripted, the chance of me getting over there to visit this new expat are slim and none. It’s just not in the cards. Reid is over there for roughly two months and if his stint stretched into October or November, then it might be a different matter. But it’s not. I’m already committed to the Twin Cities to check up on Emma and her domain plus the Bridger Wilderness is set in stone, too.
Then there was the little matter of a junket for Felicia and me to Tybee Island, Georgia this past weekend. She has worked long, tedious hours and she deserved a 27 hour getaway to this tiny little stretch of sand that is a great spot. As she tells it, it has what Myrtle Beach and some of the over-commercialized ocean front tourist traps do not: a coziness that comes with a community scarcely a mile or two long (at the most), some beach bars that serve cold drinks, and two greasy spoon breakfast nooks worth the trip alone. The price of admission to any of the spots we happened upon were flip flops and shorts. We rode the Harley this time, and no Chamber of Commerce could have ordered any better weather. We took the back road from Savannah to Hilton Head where a couple of cold beers washed away any road dust and made our lunch along the ocean taste a little better.
For those expecting one more photo of Emma, here is the little wonder with one of her first discernable smiles. Her mom sent this at precisely the right time as her gramps slogged through a Friday work day worth forgetting.
Here is last week’s letter. The letter to be written today will be mailed to Ellen and emailed to Reid in London (as his will be for the next 7 or 8 weeks).
June 11, 2012
Ellen/Reid: Well, one would suppose this will be the last letter on paper you’ll receive for a while, Reid. While you’re ‘over there’ I’ll send the notes by email attachment. It will sort of be like when you went to Finland. I’m looking into a short visit while you’re there, but there may be some things working against it. Certainly the Olympics and all that revolves around it (higher prices, price gouging, etc., and that includes airline tickets) but it would sure be great fun to figure out how to make a four or five day visit work. My passport is still valid for another year. But never say never because this would be a once-in-a-lifetime situation to get over there to see you. It’s all so exciting. There will be so much ado about the Olympics, Wimbledon, the royal family, et al. The ‘biometric appointment’ took me a little off guard but that’s just the way security is these days. Just make sure you send us a lot of photos. It might be fun to keep a short term journal of your adventure.
And Ellen, the picture of you and Emma at Home Depot is just hilarious. A family shopping trip to a hardware store. I laughed out loud at those little appendages dangling outside her kiddie harness or whatever it is you call it. It’s too early for her to make decisions about the décor of her room but that time will come. I have sprinkled her new photos around the townhome and will send a framed one to you that appears to be a duplicate. We can’t wait to get up there on the 13th of July. We plan to stay at a B&B down on Grand. Felicia correctly advises that it would be good for us to stay out of your hair. One less stressor for you guys to deal with.
We head down to Tybee Island, Georgia on Friday for one night at a cheap hotel plus a few nice walks on the beach. We’ll take the bike and cruise on down because it’s not too bad a jaunt. Tybee Island is a smallish place just outside of Savannah and it doesn’t have the size and noise and distractions of a Myrtle Beach or some of the other island hot spots. The little burg features one of the all time great greasy spoon breakfast spots where, if you’re not wearing flip flops, you’re out of place and conspicuously out of style. You can tell Tim that it appears to be a redfish paradise, what with all the little fingerling inlets and such that push way inland. I’d love to cast a line but there just won’t be enough time for it. Felicia has to be back on Sunday so she can go to Shelby for Father’s Day. Tybee is kind of a fall-back position because I’m still trying to get the time share thing figured out. I have totally squandered that resource. Totally wasted it.
Betsy got a new job at the bank. Her other position might have been drawing to a close but she has landed on her feet and in a better spot. She’ll start to work from home which will be a new experience for her. I’ve assured her she will love it.
The weather is beginning to warm up here and before you know it we’ll be up to our necks in heat and sweat. But the spring has been great here and there are no real complaints. The weather may warm up but my golf game remains cold. I’ve completely lost touch with the sport. It would be the one thing I’d discourage Emma from taking up. But there is some signs of success around here. Finally, after years of trying without success, there are some eating sized tomatoes forming on the vine just outside the front porch. And I’ve cleaned out the garage of rickety old shelving and other what-not so that looks better at long last. There is plenty more to do around here.
Reid, the parting words are: stay in touch. Let us know how your world turns in London and it would be wonderful to see photos of where you live, where you work and where you visit. This is a great opportunity for you. Don’t be surprised if your old man knocks on the door looking for a place to sleep, even if it’s the floor. Have fun over there, kid.